Green - stop

Red - go

We know that’s wrong

From learning

Thinking, believing

We have vast signage

Signals to stop us

To

Yield to others

Blinking permissions

To

Move forward in our assigned time

And way

So

Why am I stuck?

Frozen

Brakes locked

In trepidation

Of the moving forward of me?

If we can arrange the world’s traffic

Paths

Our road

Ways

So simply with blinking lights and orange

Barrels

Signaling our assigned courses

Why has no one provided

Neatly aligned cones

For knowing

The growing

Older, old,

The waning

Of

Me?